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It will be explained in due time. I guess I should keep it non-existent since I am far far away from the Right Hand arc. Hell, I'm not even done with the Vandam arc yet.

I really don't mind the pope being female since I'm not a hard line catholic; I don't believe homosexuality is innately wrong, I believe sex before marriage is fine as long as you take responsibility, etc etc.

Anyway, I'm writing the second chapter for "This means war!' right now. Currently Laura is trying to copy Cecilia.

@stratos: granted this is only the intermediary machine, I am afraid of what the Noa would be like. Other than that, no problem really.

My plans for the Noa is to have it as a non-IS counterpart of the Athena IS, a guardian to the latter.

Chances are it will be armed on the same caliber as Athena and has independent atmosphere exit and re-entry capability.

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"You cannot be bad at watching a movie. You cannot be bad at listening to an album.
...But you can be bad at playing a videogame, and the game will punish you and deny you access to the rest of the videogame."

I unno. The way I see it and how it all begins, there's no IS if there's no Ichika so unless it's another Orimura that takes his place, it's going to turn out awkward.

I'm not the best judge, but that's how I see it as of now.

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"You cannot be bad at watching a movie. You cannot be bad at listening to an album.
...But you can be bad at playing a videogame, and the game will punish you and deny you access to the rest of the videogame."

Emotional attachment isn't the same as being attracted. I'm emotionally attached to my friends and we're close to the point that we can do pretty much anything together, but none of us are homesexual or attracted to one another. Attraction doesn't imply trust.

This, so much this.

And I agree, none of the harem want HIM to be emotionally attached, they on;y saw him as THEIR own exclusive emotional crutch. They give no damn to his feeling, for starter. To be fair, that's along the line of realistic teenage love (Minus the harem violence of course), we don't really expect true love commitment very soon.

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Originally Posted by Eratas123

@ Senpai - Nope, just Irish and Laura making verbal snipes with one another while Charlotte tries to keep the two of them from turning into all out violence, all while wondering aloud if they're insulting one another or flirting in their own way.

I like this so much, I even use your earlier concept WAAAY ago to create similar dynamic with Rito, though unlike Irish, Rito is neither clueless about nor ignore his sexuality, so it's more awkward on his part. But he's just as sarcastic as he is in earlier chapters of canon manga.

Irish flinched slightly to himself as he saw the meatballs getting slammed rather strongly against his plate. Through his left eye, his right one being injured and currently being covered in a bandage, he could make out Laura's forced smile and shaking hands. She was angry at him, obviously, though the reasons eluded. He didn't really care why though.

"Here, two meatballs," She exclaimed with forced politeness, "I heard males usually have 2 of them, but it doesn't surprise me that you're an exception."

Across the table, Irish could see Charlotte coughing into her drink. Was it out of shock or her finding the remark funny? Irish really didn't know or care one way or another. What he did know is that he wasn't going to let her get the last jab in.

Irish glared at the platinum haired super soldier before a response flitted its way into his mouth. He made an obvious glance at Laura's chest, much to the surprise of the other two occupants on the table, before smirking, "Oh? I heard most girls your age usually have two as well. Don't be shy and help yourself," With a small smile, he shoved the plate in her direction.

Also across the table, Laura could see Ichika choking on his own meatball after hearing Irish's comment. Rather than be mad about it, however, she simply sat down it a confident smile on her face, "I'm sure you'll like the meatballs, Yuriko," She pulled out his first name, the name he hated being reffered to as, before continuing, "I have it on good authority that you like the feel of them in your mouth. So please, help yourself."

Irish flinched slightly to himself as he saw the meatballs getting slammed rather strongly against his plate. Through his left eye, his right one being injured and currently being covered in a bandage, he could make out Laura's forced smile and shaking hands. She was angry at him, obviously, though the reasons eluded. He didn't really care why though.

"Here, two meatballs," She exclaimed with forced politeness, "I heard males usually have 2 of them, but it doesn't surprise me that you're an exception."

Across the table, Irish could see Charlotte coughing into her drink. Was it out of shock or her finding the remark funny? Irish really didn't know or care one way or another. What he did know is that he wasn't going to let her get the last jab in.

Irish glared at the platinum haired super soldier before a response flitted its way into his mouth. He made an obvious glance at Laura's chest, much to the surprise of the other two occupants on the table, before smirking, "Oh? I heard most girls your age usually have two as well. Don't be shy and help yourself," With a small smile, he shoved the plate in her direction.

Also across the table, Laura could see Ichika choking on his own meatball after hearing Irish's comment. Rather than be mad about it, however, she simply sat down it a confident smile on her face, "I'm sure you'll like the meatballs, Yuriko," She pulled out his first name, the name he hated being reffered to as, before continuing, "I have it on good authority that you like the feel of them in your mouth. So please, help yourself."

Needless to say, the double date wasn't exactly going well.

I loled so hard I almost wet my pants, this is practically breaking HSQ meter of mine. I can hardly wait for the full draft.

And Speaking of balls...

Spoiler for Final Ace 04 Part ??:

In the sky, two birds duke it out, albeit unarmed. The two aircraft, albeit using similar base technology, clearly still had clear gap in maneuvering capability. No one can deny that even trivial stuff like external appearance can influence aircraft’s performance.

But even then, sometimes it was the pilot that made the real gap.

The mock dogfight has happened for almost a minute, and yet, the more modern Viper block 50+ is unable to take out the Phantom G as quick as it should be. They use almost comparable level of material, radar and electronic, but Phantom does not receive its numerous derogatory name for nothing.
As one of the so-called second generation heavyweight energy fighter, it’s a slow turning plane barely more agile than a bomber. It’s like watching a Ford 150 trying to out-turn a Dodge Viper.

That just shown how much of an Ace Jack Bartlett is.

Finally, after a series of tactical slashing and cutting, the phantom finally fell into overlapping locking circles. It was true, as proven by the past wars, a combination of well-executed evasive maneuver, ECM, and decoy, can fool most missiles, hence the second coming of dogfight age.
No wonder that in one of the proposal submitted to ISAF high echelon regarding the removal of cannon in aircraft, the reply was a humorous but mostly appropriate scribble over the cover: “Balls”. Osea is one of the proponent of BVR combat, and admittedly the best in that field, but even they cannot deny that guns will never rendered useless.

Overlapping circles ensures maximum possibility of ensuring damage to the target as predicted by aircraft’s computer, even if not first hit-first kill as many if not all engineers hoped.

But doing so takes time, really takes time in case of rookie pilot, and even more so if the target is piloted by a seasoned ace.
This is why the so-called ‘double tag’ is an effective air combat exercise. It’s much easier to get the first lock, it require a combination of patience and skill to get the second one.

“[You got better, Kid. One minute and thirty five second]”

“Hell yeah” Dan screamed happily.

Bartlett certainly proud, Dan is good and deserved the title of being the best of his class. And then there was Nagase, who is almost as good as Dan. And both of them are just as reckless. Two of them made a hell of a pair, as demonstrated few days ago. Sometimes their chemistry is so high that it feels illegal.
Bartlett has no doubt, when they grew, they will be one of the strongest two-man team in history (Galm is the strongest, no doubt), but the problem is, IF they survive the process.

Chopper is the only one that Bartlett has no worry with, probably because his age and experience. Bartlett knew Chopper used to be enlisted personnel, and entered officer school per recommendation: the reason of why he’s so old compared to his peers. Truth, he never acted serious, and having hard time catching up, but at the same time, he has bigger common sense than his two squadmates are sometimes. His presence in the squad balance things out.

Bartlett certainly confident that with a squad like this, they’ll prevail and made a name of themselves, whether Bartlett is there for them or not.

“[Exercise terminated, Wardog One and Four, you may return ASAP]”

“[Ten-Four, heard that kid?]”

“Wardog 4 roger”

Diving down the sky, the two aircraft gently touched the hot tarmac on their wheels, airbrake engaged. Around them, the maintenance crew already on their way.
As the canopy popped out, Dan felt a surge of fresh air into the exposed skin of his neck. Up there, Bartlett is having a field day hammering him about the inefficiencies of his maneuver, and he has been defeated like, five times in a row.

Dan curled his temple, would Ichika did the same mistake as him though? He doubted, Ichika’s sister is an active pilot herself. So at least, he has a mentor figure on his own.

“Kid, out” Pops humorously commanded, which Dan happily complied. The old mechanic head began to instruct various commands to his underling, started with checking the overall condition.

Dan is practically dancing all the way to the locker room, if subtle. He was in a good mood, either way.

That is, until the alarm blared “God damn it”

Yes, there's a story about a legal document scribbled "BALLS" by a furious Air Force Commodore, in real life. (1957 White Paper on Defence)

The draft is full of genre-specific technobabbles, I admit, so most people really can't understand it at all. (That includes 3, to my disbelief) It's there to explain WHY the hell two aircraft still need to duke it out with Eyeball Mk.I as main 'sensor', in 21st century.

In real life, you rarely SEE your enemies, and punching the missile button ASAP is the most effective solution. Not in Ace combat for sure

My name is Aries Layfare. Wait! Don't leave me here! If you're a girl then that depends but for the love of God, help a brother out! You see... I'm kinda stuck somewhere most guys want to be, I for one don't. I'm in an all girl's school. Wait! Slow down, before you start hating on me you gotta get one thing straight. It's one thing to look at all of them like eye candy, but considering I have at least thirty pairs of eyes leering at me like a wolf to a piece of meat... it's not exactly very pleasant. Case in point my stomach is queasy and I feel a little vertigo coming on.

I lay my head on the metal desk. Yes, a metal desk. The hubbub all around me being of little consequence compared to the immense discomfort I felt right about now. You see, I'm not exactly a social person, and even if I was I have a few issues to deal with before I could talk to people without feeling like a complete idiot or jerk.

“Alice? Layfare, Alice?”

'Alice'? I looked up in curiosity at someone sharing my last name. I thought Layfare was a fairly rare last name, no classmate ever shared it in primary and secondary- “BWAH!”

I fell back in surprise as a hologram display popped up a few millimeters from my face. The shock easily shot me backwards with my head slamming right into the desk behind me while my back folded unnaturally but not impossibly between said desk and my chair.

“A-Alice-san?”, the green-haired bespectacled teacher peered down at me in concern. “A-a-are you okay? Do you need to go to the infirmary or something?”.

I waved away any concern she had, promptly trying in vain to ease her worries that I was okay. “Don't worry about it. These things happen all the time so I'm used to it.”. I gingerly set my chair on all fours again before taking my seat. Ah back pains, I never cease to be afraid of those. Being a paraplegic is definitely not one of my lifegoals.

“Alice?”

“Weird name for a guy.”, giggle.

“First time I've met a guy named Alice.”, snicker.

I scratched my head, wondering what was going on. Wasn't the teacher calling for a girl named Alice? Why were they talking about a guy? Honestly, I'm the only guy around here as much as I wish I wasn't. Looking around, I couldn't answer either question. That is until I reached the holographic display on my desk terminal.

“A-ri-su”, the teacher looked at me expectantly. Her gaze not really hiding her embarassment, whether it was for me or for her was up for guessing. “Alice”, she repeated looking at me.

I looked at the hologram display again and felt my heart drop into my stomach. My name was translated into Japanese. Oh God... for lack of R's and L's. Why?